Leaning against his shoulder...okay, no big deal. He straightens up a little out of instinct before glancing down at the snack.

"Don't mind if I do." He leans forward, one hand sort of cradling her hand just so it didn't seem like she was outright feeding him. That would be...too strange and desperate, wouldn't it? Shit, he doesn't even know. If he leans any more, he will end up falling into her lap.

"Mhmm...that's....custard! My tastebuds are not betraying me...totally," he takes one more quick nibble. "Thank you."